After Torturing the Iceberg Bamboo Horse, I Went to the Crematorium

The thing Qi Lin regrets most in his life is taking Zhou Cuo as his natural "spare tire." In the first twenty years, he relied on Zhou Cuo's deep affection to do whatever he wanted. Let Zhou Cuo watch him pursue others, use Zhou Cuo's desire for control as a shield, and even sneer and say "what a bother" when Zhou Cuo is injured. He thought Zhou Cuo was a piece of ice that could not be covered or driven away. It wasn't until Zhou Cuo disappeared completely, put on a tailor-made suit, and was surrounded by all the big guys and the proud ones, smiling softly and distantly, that Qi Lin panicked. At the reunion banquet, Qi Lin stopped him with red eyes: "Zhou Cuo, come back." Zhou Cuo adjusted his cuffs nonchalantly, his eyes as indifferent as if he were looking at a stranger: "Qi Lin, don't be mean." At that moment, Qi Lin knew. What he threw away with his own hands was not a bodyguard, but the only person in the world who held him dear to his heart. Now, everyone is laughing at his joke. The iceberg that he once stepped on was now out of reach. And he could only kneel in the ashes of the crematorium, crying and begging Zhou Cuo to turn back. Reading Guide 1v1, HE, double clean Zhou Cuo: Flower of the high mountain/cold and abstinent/free and easy after awakening Qi Lin: Blind and seductive/Chasing her husband in the crematorium/Repenting Contains a lot of Shura field and third person, all assists, bloody short stories